The Pizza Tapes

Come take this gun off of me I won't shoot any more It's getting too dark to see And I feel like I'm knocking on heaven's door Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door Kno

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun That's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know, I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans The only thing a gambler nee

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost, but now I'm found 'T was blind, but now I see 'T was grace that taught my heart to feel And grace my fears relieved How precious did that grace appear The hour I first be